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THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


THE 


HANGING  OF  THE  CRANE 


BY 


HENRY   WADSWORTH   LONGFELLOW 


WITH  ILL  USTRA  TIONS 


BOSTON 
HOUGHTON,  MIFFLIN  AND  COMPANY 

New  York:  11  East  Seventeenth  Street 
J&tterrfite  \3wtt, 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1874, 

BY    HENRY   WADSWORTH    LONGFELLOW, 
in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


Colleg, 


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LIST    OF    ILLUSTRATIONS. 

The  Engravings  by  A.  V.  S.  ANTHONY,  under  whose  supervision  the  book  is 
prepared,  and  \V.  J.  LINTON. 

ARTIST.  PAGE 

THE  GOLDEX  WEDDING MARY  A.  HALLOCK  Front. 

"  The  lights  are  out,  and  gone  are  all  the  guests, 
That  thronging  came  with  merriment  and  jests  "  15 

"  But  still  the  fire  upon  the  hearth  burns  on, 

And  I  alone  remain"  "  "  15 

•'Like  a  new  star  just  sprung  to  birth"  "  "  17 

"So  said  the  guests  in  speech  and  song"  "  "  17 

"  As  in  the  chimney,  burning  bright, 
We  hung  the  iron  crane  to-night"  "  "  18 

"  And  now  I  sit  and  muse  on  what  may  be"  "  "  21 

"  Shapes  indeterminate,  that  gleam  and  fade 
As  shadows  passing  into  deeper  shade"  "  "  21 

"  They  want  no  guests  ;  they  needs  must  be 
Each  other's  own  best  company "  "  "  23 


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viii  List  of  Illustrations. 

"  More  divine, 
The  light  of  love  shines  over  all "  MARY  A.  HALLOCK    24 

"  The  picture  fades ;  as  at  a  village  fair 
A  showman's  views,  dissolving  into  air  "  "  "  27 

"  Through  the  open  door 
I  see  the  selfsame  scene "  "  "  27 

"  A  royal  guest  with  flaxen  hair, 
Who,  throned  upon  his  lofty  chair "  "  "  29 

"  He  ruleth  by  the  right  divine 
Of  helplessness "  "  "  30 

"The  nurse  comes  rustling  like  the  sea"  "  "  31 

"  And  so  good  night  to  King  Canute  "  "  "  32 

"  As  one  who  walking  in  a  forest  sees 
A  lovely  landscape  through  the  parted  trees"     THOMAS  MORAN          35 

"  Or  as  we  see  the  moon  sometimes  revealed 
Through  drifting  clouds "  "  "  35 

"  There  are  two  guests  at  table  now "  MARY  A.  HALLOCK    37 

"  A  Princess  from  the  Fairy  Tales 
The  very  pattern  girl  of  girls "  "  "  37 

"  Above  their  bowls  with  rims  of  blue 
Four  azure  eyes  of  deeper  hue 
Are  looking,  dreamy  with  delight "  "  "  38 

"The  world  that  rolls 
With  all  its  freight  of  troubled  souls 
Into  the  days  that  are  to  be"  THOMAS  MORAN         39 


List  of  Illustrations.  ix 

"  Again  the  tossing  boughs  shut  out  the  scene, 
Again  the  drifting  vapors  intervene "  THOMAS  MORAN          43 

"  As  round  a  pebble  into  water  thrown 

Dilates  a  ring  of  light "  "  43 

"As  if  fair  Ariadne's  Crown 
Out  of  the  sky  had  fallen  down  MARY  A.  HALLOCK    45 

"  Like  timid  birds  that  fain  would  fly, 
But  do  not  dare  to  leave  their  nests"  "  "  46 

"In  the  divine  knight-errantry 
Of  youth,  that  travels  sea  and  land 
Seeking  adventures "  THOMAS  MORAN         47 

"  And  youths,  who  in  their  strength  elate 
Challenge  the  van  and  front  of  fate  "  MARY  A.  HALLOCK    48 

"  The  meadow-brook,  that  seemeth  to  stand  still "     THOMAS  MORAN          51 
"  Quickens  its  current  as  it  nears  the  mill  "  5 1 

"  The  table  dwindles,  and  again 
I  see  the  two  alone  remain"  MARY  A.  HALLOCK    53 

"  In  Ceylon  or  in  Zanzibar, 
Or  sunny  regions  of  Cathay "  THOMAS  MORAN          54 

"  In  the  boisterous  camp 
Mid  clink  of  arms  and  horse's  tramp "  MARY  A.  HALLOCK     54 

"  I  see  the  patient  mother  read, 
With  aching  heart"  «  »  55 

"Wrecks  that  float 
Disabled  on  those  seas  remote "  THOMAS  MORAN          55 


List  of  Illustrations. 


"  There  among  the  drowned  or  slain "  THOMAS  MORAN          56 

"  After  a  day  of  clouds  and  wind  and  rain 
Sometimes  the  setting  sun  breaks  out  again" 

"  Then  like  a  ruby  from  the  horizon's  ring 
Drops  down  into  the  night " 

"  The  guests  come  thronging  in  once  more, 
Quick  footsteps  sound  along  the  floor" 

"  The  trooping  children  crowd  the  stair  " 

"The  ancient  bridegroom  and  the  bride, 
Serenely  smiling  on  the  scene, 
Behold,  well-pleased,  on  every  side 
Their  forms  and  features  multiplied "  "  "  63 

"  Or  lamps  upon  a  bridge  at  night 
Stretch  on  and  on  before  the  sight, 
Till  the  long  vista  endless  seems "  THOMAS  MORAN          64 


59 
59 

MARY  A.  HALLOCK    61 
«  "  62 


[The  Emblematical  and  Ornamental  Vignettes  are  drawn  by  JOHN  J.  HARLEY.] 


I. 


THE  lights  are  out,  and  gone  are  all  the  guests 
That  thronging  came  with  merriment  and  jests 

To  celebrate  the  Hanging  of  the  Crane 
In  the  new  house,  —  into  the  night  are  gone; 
But  still  the  fire  upon  the  hearth  burns  on, 
vi,   And   I  alone  remain. 


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The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


O  fortunate,  O  happy  day, 

When  a  new  household  finds  its  place 

Among  the  myriad  homes  of  earth, 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane, 

Like  a  new  star  just  sprung  to  birth, 
And  rolled  on  its  harmonious  way 
Into  the  boundless  realms  of  space! 


So  said  the  guests  in  speech  and  song, 
As  in  the  chimney,  burning  bright, 
We  hung  the  iron  crane  to-night, 
And  merry  was  the  feast  and  long. 


II 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


21 


AND  now  I  sit  and  muse  on  what  may  be, 
And  in  my  vision  see,  or  seem  to  see, 

Through  floating  vapors  interfused  with  light, 
Shapes  indeterminate,  that  gleam  and  fade, 
As  shadows  passing  into  deeper  shade 
Sink  and  elude  the  sight. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

For  two  alone,  there  in  the  hall, 

Is  spread  the  table  round  and  small ; 


Upon  the  polished  silver  shine 

The  evening  lamps,  but,  more  divine, 

The  light  of  love  shines  over  all ; 


24  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Of  love,  that  says  not  mine  and  thine, 

But  ours,  for  ours  is  thine  and  mine. 

They  want  no  guests,  to  come  between 

Their  tender  glances  like  a  screen, 

And  tell  them  tales  of  land  and  sea, 

And  whatsoever  may  betide 

The  great,  forgotten  world  outside; 

They  want  no  guests';  they  needs  must  be 

Each  other's  own  best  company. 


III. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


27 


THE  picture  fades ;  as  at  a  village  fair 
A  showman's  views,  dissolving  into  air, 

Again  appear  transfigured  on  the  screen, 
So  in  my  fancy  this ;  and  now  once  more, 
In  part  transfigured,  through  the  open  door 
Appears  the  selfsame  scene. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Seated,  I  see  the  two  again, 

But  not  alone;    they  entertain 

A  little  angel  unaware, 

With  face  as  round  as  is  the  moon; 

A  royal  guest  with  flaxen  hair, 

Who,  throned  upon  his  lofty  chair, 

Drums  on  the  table  with  his  spoon, 


29 


30  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Then  drops  it  careless  on  the  floor, 
To  grasp  at  things  unseen  before. 
Are  these  celestial  manners  ?   these 
The  ways  that  win,  the  arts  that  please? 
Ah  yes;  consider  well  the  guest, 
And  whatsoe'er  he  does  seems  best; 
He  ruleth  by  the  right  divine 
Of  helplessness,  so  lately  born 
In  purple  chambers  of  the  morn, 


As  sovereign  over  thee  and  thine. 
He  speaketh  not ;    and  yet  there  lies 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

A  conversation  in  his  eyes ; 
The  golden  silence  of  the  Greek, 
The  gravest  wisdom  of  the  wise, 
Not  spoken  in  language,  but  in  looks 
More  legible  than  printed  books, 
As  if  he  could  but  would  not  speak. 
And  now,  O  monarch  absolute, 
Thy  power  is  put  to  proof;    for,  lo! 


32  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Resistless,  fathomless,  and  slow, 
The  nurse  comes  rustling  like  the  sea, 
And  pushes  back  thy  chair  and  thee, 
And  so  good  night  to  King  Canute. 


IV. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


35 


As  one  who  walking  in  a  forest  sees 

A  lovely  landscape  through  the  parted  trees, 

Then  sees  it  not,  for  boughs  that  intervene ; 
Or  as  we  see  the  moon  sometimes  revealed 
Through  drifting  clouds,  and  then  again  concealed, 
So  I  behold  the  scene. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

There  are  two  guests  at  table  now ; 
The  king,  deposed  and  older  grown, 
No  longer  occupies  the  throne,  — 


37 


The  crown  is  on  his  sister's  brow ; 
A  Princess  from  the  Fairy  Tales, 


38  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

The  very  pattern  girl  of  girls, 
All  covered  and  embowered  in  curls, 
Rose-tinted  from  the  Isle  of  Flowers, 
And  sailing  with  soft,  silken  sails 
From  far-off  Dreamland  into  ours. 
Above  their  bowls  with  rims  of  blue 
Four  azure  eyes  of  deeper  hue 
Are  looking,  dreamy  with  delight; 


Limpid  as  planets  that  emerge 
Above  the  ocean's  rounded  verge, 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Soft-shining  through  the  summer  night. 
Steadfast  they  gaze,  yet  nothing  see 
Beyond  the  horizon  of  their  bowls ; 
Nor  care  they  for  the  world  that  rolls 
With  all  its  freight  of  troubled  souls 
Into  the  days  that  are  to  be. 


39 


V. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


43 


AGAIN  the  tossing  boughs  shut  out  the  scene, 
Again  the  drifting  vapors  intervene, 

And  the  moon's  pallid  disk  is  hidden  quite ; 
And  now  I  see  the  table  wider  grown, 
As  round  a  pebble  into  water  thrown 
Dilates  a  ring  of  light. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


45 


I  see  the  table  wider  grown, 

I  see  it  garlanded  with  guests, 

As  if  fair  Ariadne's  Crown 

Out  of  the  sky  had  fallen  down ; 

Maidens  within  whose  tender  breasts 

A  thousand  restless  hopes  and  fears, 


46  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Forth  reaching  to  the  coming  years, 

Flutter  awhile,  then  quiet  lie, 

Like  timid  birds  that  fain  would  fly, 


But  do  not  dare  to  leave  their  nests ;  — 
And  youths,  who  in  their  strength  elate 
Challenge  the  van  and  front  of  fate, 
Eager  as  champions  to  be 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

In  the  divine  knight-errantry 

Of  youth,  that  travels  sea  and  land 


47 


Seeking  adventures,  or  pursues, 

Through  cities,  and  through  solitudes 

Frequented  by  the  lyric  Muse, 

The  phantom  with  the  beckoning  hand, 

That  still  allures  and  still  eludes. 

O  sweet  illusions  of  the  brain ! 


48  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

O  sudden  thrills  of  fire  and  frost! 
The  world  is  bright  while  ye  remain, 
And  dark  and  dead  when  ye  are  lost 


VI 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


THE  meadow-brook,  that  seemeth  to  stand  still, 
Quickens  its  current  as  it  nears  the  mill ; 

And  so  the  stream  of  Time  that  lingereth 
In  level  places,  and  so  dull  appears, 
Runs  with  a  swifter  current  as  it  nears 
The  gloomy  mills  of  Death. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

And  now,  like  the  magician's  scroll, 
That  in  the  owner's  keeping  shrinks 
With  every  wish  he  speaks  or  thinks, 
Till  the  last  wish  consumes  the  whole, 


53 


The  table  dwindles,  and  again 

I  see  the  two  alone  remain. 

The  crown  of  stars  is  broken  in  parts ; 

Its  jewels,  brighter  than  the  day, 


54  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Have  one  by  one  been  stolen  away 
To  shine  in  other  homes  and  hearts. 
One  is  a  wanderer  now  afar 


In  Ceylon  or  in  Zanzibar, 
Or  sunny  regions  of  Cathay ; 


And  one  is  in  the  boisterous  camp 
Mid  clink  of  arms  and  horse's  tramp, 
And  battle's  terrible  array. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


55 


I  see  the  patient  mother  read, 

With  aching  heart,  of  wrecks  that  float 

o 

Disabled  on  those  seas  remote, 


Or  of  some  srreat  heroic  deed 

o 

On  battle-fields,  where  thousands  bleed 
To  lift  one  hero  into  fame. 


56  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Anxious  she  bends  her  graceful  head 
Above  these  chronicles  of  pain, 
And  trembles  with  a  secret  dread 
Lest  there  among  the  drowned  or  slain 
She  find  the  one  beloved  name. 


VII. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


59 


AFTER  a  day  of  cloud  and  wind  and  rain 
Sometimes  the  setting  sun  breaks  out  again, 

And,  touching  all  the  darksome  woods  with  light, 
Smiles  on  the  fields,  until  they  laugh  and  sing, 
Then  like  a  ruby  from  the  horizon's  ring 
Drops  down  into  the  night. 


The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 


61 


What  see  I  now?     The  night  is  fair, 

The  storm  of  grief,  the  clouds  of  care, 

The  wind,  the  rain,  have  passed  away; 

The  lamps  are  lit,  the  fires  burn  bright, 

The  house  is  full  of  life  and  light: 

It  is  the  Golden  Wedding  day. 

The  guests  come  thronging  in  once  more, 


62  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

Quick  footsteps  sound  along  the  floor, 
The  trooping  children  crowd  the  stair, 
And  in  and  out  and  everywhere 
Flashes  along  the  corridor 
The  sunshine  of  their  golden  hair. 


The  Hanging,  of  the  Crane. 

On  the  round  table  in  the  hall 

Another  Ariadne's  Crown 

Out  of  the  sky  hath  fallen  down ; 


More  than  one  Monarch  of  the  Moon 
Is  drumming  with  his  silver  spoon; 
The  lisfht  of  love  shines  over  all. 

o 


64  The  Hanging  of  the  Crane. 

O  fortunate,  O  happy  day ! 

The  people  sing,  the  people  say. 

The  ancient  bridegroom  and  the  bride, 

Serenely  smiling  on  the  scene, 

Behold,  well-pleased,  on  every  side 

Their  forms  and  features  multiplied, 

As  the  reflection  of  a  light 

Between  two  burnished  mirrors  gleams, 

Or  lamps  upon  a  bridge  at  night 

Stretch  on  and  on  before  the  sight, 

Till  the  long  vista  endless  seems. 


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